Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2012 12:34:18 -0400
From: John Marshall
Subject: "Ecstasy Renewed" Prologue
In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with
"The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed."
Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a
series of interviews with various characters involved (all
fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also
written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with
extensive dialogue to carry the story along combined with intense character
development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating
dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such
material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of
thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you
live, leave now.
Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can
time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in
the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per
chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter
at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual
health...especially your hard, throbbing cock.
Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The
Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse
side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be
much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed."
If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.
ECSTASY RENEWED
PROLOGUE
The boy was beautiful...exquisitely beautiful, probably the most beautiful,
naked young boy he'd ever seen. The face on his laptop was sweet without
being feminine. His hair was light brown, cut long on top, shorter on the
sides. His eyes were a beautiful brown, his face slender, his lips smiling
and sensuous. Moreover, that was just his face. His body was lean, his pecs
somewhat more developed than was typical of a boy his age. He appeared to
be about twelve, maybe thirteen. His waist was quite thin, his abs
noticeable but not exceptional in any way. His hips appeared enticingly
narrow, all of which stood in contrast to a six, maybe seven inch
circumcised cock jutting straight up from a light tuft of silky pubic
hair. The name "Ronon" appeared next to his image.
Partially obscured behind the boy was another, younger specimen of boyish
pulcritude, this one blond, quite pretty, less sexually mature. Not a
single pube wreathed the kid cut cock which appeared to be four to five
inches. This boy bore the name, "kevin." Both names were probably
fictitious.
Doug Bristol had come to the website, www.ecstasyinc.loe through a tip from
an online chat friend. There he found dozens...no, HUNDREDS of images not
unlike those of Ronon and Kevin, though those two were decidedly the most
beautiful of all the boys and to him, at least, the most seductive. Doug's
hand fell to his hard, upthrust cock and began stroking it as he sat on the
edge of his bed. His laptop rested on a bed table like those used in
hospitals for serving meals to patients. His unit was a leftover from the
weeks his wife had spent at home dying from cancer just over a year ago.
The website promoted some kind of Caribbean island resort for gay men in
their 20s and 30s and was apparently staffed by more than a hundred totally
naked young boys not unlike "Ronon" and "Kevin." He wondered if there could
possibly be boys so incredibly beautiful and sexually attractive or if the
whole thing was some kind of PhotoShopped grand scam to entice men like
himself into plopping down some $20,000 for a one-week time share. Twenty
thousand was a huge amount of money for a yearly week-long vacation, even
one featuring such beautiful, totally naked young boys. Doug was not a
nudist. His body was fit, his face rather average looking. He'd never
considered himself gay, though all his life he'd found young boys like
Ronon and Kevin to be sexually attractive. Many times since his wife's
death, almost every night, in fact, his masturbatory fantasies involved
porn sites like ecstasyinc and wild, powerful, ejaculating orgasms like the
one he could feel building up deep down in his slender naked loins right
now.
His eyes fastened on the boys' faces, then drifted down over their
exquisite nakedness to their enticing young cocks, standing almost
painfully erect, in his mind simply OOZING boy-cum. Faster he
jacked. Ronon...Ronon, what a beautiful name for such a beautiful young
boy. He could feel the pleasure building up deep down inside him. He was
feeling the feeling, the aching, tingling, ticklish pressure building up,
driving him on, making his hand beat harder and faster on his seven-inch
circumcised man-cock. The faces, the bodies, their exquisite, young
boy-cocks, swam before his eyes as he allowed himself to become one with
them.
His eyes waundered. Beside the boys was an ad for Duralon, "now available
in five strengths," it proclaimed. Doug was intimately familar with
Duralon, though he'd never had the nerve to try Duralon-5, the new maximum
strength sex drug. He took Duralon-1 quite often, just that evening, in
fact. The tiny pink pill was often referred to as "Viagra on steroids."
Like Viagra and its equivalents, Duralon-1 made your cock hard. Or, to be
more precise, it increased a man's libido making erections much quicker and
easier while extending them without the adverse side-effects of Viagra and
Ceallis. Just looking at an attractive boy was enough to make Doug hard for
as long as a half-hour, more if the boy was showing some skin. A completely
naked boy like Ronon was enough to nearly trigger an orgasm. Certainly,
even now, he knew it would not be long. He was just minutes away from one
hell of a cum shot.
The ad proclaimed Duralon-2 as stimulating a man's semon production as much
as ten times normal, allowing for a nearly unlimited number of ejaculating
orgasms. Duralon-2 was not new. He and his wife had enjoyed its benifits
for several years before her death. Between the two drugs, one a pill, the
second a brownish capsule, they'd spent as many as twelve hours fucking one
another to exhaustion over the course of ten to twelve hours and twenty or
thirty desperate, pounding orgasmic explosions of naked sexual pleasure.
His cock ached. He was getting close...closer and closer, his attention
torn between the two naked young boys driving his pounding fist and the
little box promoting the drug which no doubt made Ecstasy Island Resort
economically feasible. Duralon-3 was the real kicker. Cox Pharmaceuticals
had somehow perfected a reasonably mild aphorodasiac. His wife, before her
cancer had progressed to stage four, was in love with this bright red pill
which looked for all the world like a candy M&M. Both he and his wife,
June, had been highly sexual, from the first time they'd met till almost
the end. She had been fifteen, he sixteen, when they'd first made
love. That was putting it nicely...and mildly. The truth was, they'd fucked
their brains out. Even after they were married sex was an almost nightly
occurrence, sometimes literally going on all night. Less than a year after
they were married, Bunny was born. She was fifteen now, quite an attractive
young thing, almost a picture image of her mother at that age. To his
dismay, Duralon-1 would often make him hard whenever he looked at her for
more than a few seconds.
Then, almost twelve years ago, after an extended weekend of Duralon powered
sexual extravagance, he'd shot his wife so full of cum she became extremely
pregnant again, this time with twins--Buddy and Bobby. More recently, as
his beautiful young sons matured and seemed to grow daily ever MORE
beautiful, Doug found himself struggling not to have sexual thoughts
involving the two of them as well.
"Ohhhhhh fucccckkkkk...ohhhhh god, ohhhhhh goddddd," Doug moaned as his
orgasm bore down on him like a locomotive. Faster and faster he jacked his
cock. Deeper and deeper he felt the feeling, stronger and stronger he could
feel it. "Ronon, Ronon, Ronon, he whispered the boy's name as he idolized
the exquisitely beautiful naked image. "Make me cum, Ronon, make me cum,
make me cum, make me cum, man, take it, take my cum, I'm...I'm, I'm
gonna...gonna... AHHHAHEHRHHAHEHHHEHHGHEHAIEIHGHEHHAHERHGHGHHHHHH...
EHGHEHEHRHHGHGHH FUCCCK,
GHEHAEHGHHAEHRHHHGHH...GHEHAHERIGHHEHHAHHGHE...AHGEIAIEIGHAHHGHEHHHG..."
"Dad, does it HURT when you do that?"